My Sad Captains @ Madame Jo Jo's, 28 May 2007Patrick Wolf @ Astoria, 11 April 2007
Euros Childs @ The Spitz, 20/06/06
It's drippingly, stultifyingly hot in the Spitz. Let me put it in terms you autumnal folk might understand: Euros Childs doesn't start wisecracking until five songs are up, it's that fucking horrid. Still, eventually the sheer
jauntiness of his Postman-Pat-in-Cwmderi sound nods us into something approaching movement, and it's a credit to the genius of this man that, even when you're sliding around in your own sweat, you feel like you're dancing in fields.
It's drippingly, stultifyingly hot in the Spitz. Let me put it in terms you autumnal folk might understand: Euros Childs doesn't start wisecracking until five songs are up, it's that fucking horrid. Still, eventually the sheer
jauntiness of his Postman-Pat-in-Cwmderi sound nods us into something approaching movement, and it's a credit to the genius of this man that, even when you're sliding around in your own sweat, you feel like you're dancing in fields.